BOOK TWO ~9~

LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV

I went to Jess’ room when I returned from Laurent’s house. She was in bed watching a Netflix series on her laptop. I got onto the bed, and buried my head in her pillows to groan as loud as I could.

“Let me guess, Dimitri signed the contact.” She commented.

“Yeah, and I had to tell Laurent everything.”

“And it obviously didn’t go well, but not bad enough to make you cry.”

I turned my head to face her, “If my parents have thought me anything, it’s to fall with your head and not your heart.”

Jess didn’t reply, something had caught her attention. It was her phone. Out of curiosity I leaned over her MacBook to get a look, but she quickly turned off the phone. I mentally rolled my eyes. I knew all six numbers of her passcode.

“What was that?” I enquired, scrutinizing her facial expression in case she’d lie to me.

“Noah sent a nude photo of him, and it’s for my eyes only.” She replied, and waved me away with a hand.

I shook my head and fell back on to the bed